A Tiny Story of a Forest Fire
Posted by Amanda Laughtland at 5/28/2007 10:12 PM and is filed under uncategorized 
Old Age
I’m fortunate to be able
to work. My house burned
and everything in it. I’m 70,
living in a friend’s cabin
with my cat. Every day
I think of something and realize
I no longer have it.
I’m fortunate to be able
to work. My house burned
and everything in it. I’m 70,
living in a friend’s cabin
with my cat. Every day
I think of something and realize
I no longer have it.
Oops, I really wanted this poem: "A Tiny Story of a Forest Fire"...
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